wedding post ⇨ ❝here comes the bride and groom❞

[ready2go]

Who: Stocking Anarchy + Wang Yao (China) + Guests
Where: The gym's auditorium
When: 8/7: Morning time
Rating: Uh PG-13 to be safe
Summary: It's a wedding not open heart surgery
The Log:

Before the wedding can start the groom must go through the wedding door games while the bride adds finishing touches to her outfit and makeup. Once that's done they head over to the gym and the wedding can start!

(ooc: everything will be done in comments. reply to the comments with the specific subject line. the before the wedding subject lines are locked to the bride, groom, helpers, and other asain countries. the honeymoon will take place in Rina's musebox if you wanna read it. though I don't think you should. everything else can be added as a regular comment.)

Comments

May I join?

[makesfearstrue]

[Guess who?]

Not one for weddings I assume?

[Ffff, sure!]

[crowsong]

[He was expecting Shizuo, but the Lieutenant?

He turns to look in her general direction. He doesn't say a word, keeping perfectly silent, but he does nod, half in acknowledgement and half to answer her question.

He knows she has no reason to trust him (quite the contrary, actually!) and he's wary of her, but there aren't any problems that could come of this, right?]

sweet

[makesfearstrue]

Your first?

[Nope, not trying to kill each other now. Safe for now.]

[crowsong]

[He pauses momentarily with an unreadable expression before nodding. Honestly, does he look like the kind of guy who gets invited to weddings, much less attends them?

He looks at the drink in his hand and glances towards the beverages offered. He looked at her, set down his glass on the edge of the table, pointed at himself, cupped his hand around air and pretending to pour into it with his other hand, then pointed at her with a questioning look. He's probably offering to pour her a drink in some improvised sign language.]

[makesfearstrue]

[Why isn't he speaking? Did he lose his voice? Or was it something else entirely?

Wait...he's signaling a drink? What about the one in his hand?

Oh...that's what he's saying.]

That would be nice, thanks.

[crowsong]

[He smiles in the closest approximation he could manage to pleasantry and leaves to pour her a glass. He chooses a mildly sweet wine, since he doesn't expect her to share his preference for hard liquor.]

[makesfearstrue]

[You'd be surprised: this woman can hold her vodka and tequila. Did it to piss off her male co-workers before Brionac.]

Thanks.

[And she takes a sip, savoring the liquid because it's kind of rare to drink this stuff here.]

[crowsong]

[He wouldn't be too surprised if she could, considering her military background, but he preferred to er on the side of caution.

He just keeps on smiling, although he pauses for a moment before resuming drinking. Was he waiting for a kanpai?]

[makesfearstrue]

[Drink all the boys under the table.

Wait, wasn't there something they had to do?]

...do we say something such as 'cheers'?

[No idea here.]

[crowsong]

[He blinks, looking initially surprised, then briefly unimpressed, before settling on an amused smirk.

A bit delayed, Lieutenant?

Regardless, he brings up his glass with a small nod.]

[makesfearstrue]

[bite me.

She returns the smirk with one of her own and raises her glass.]

To the bride and groom.

[crowsong]

[He nods and brings his glass up to hers with a tink.]